The big-titted, naked, teenaged girl lay on the bed and sighed to her husband.
She spread her legs and moved her fingers over her cunt-lips, as she said, "Oh, Ronnie. Ronnie. Come here and fuck me, Ronnie."
Her name was Ann, and she was hot. She was eighteen years old, and she liked fucking better than anything else in the world.
But the words that she moaned were really part of the show-the show that she was putting on for her sister, Rica. She glanced at the other girl who sat there in the corner of the room.
Rica had dark hair, like Ann's own dark hair. And she was sixteen and sexy.
But, as far as Ann knew, Rica had never made it with a guy. She did not seem , interested in guys at all.
All Rica wanted to do was sit there in the corner of her sister's bedroom in her bra and panties and watch Ann fuck and suck with Ronnie, her husband.
And, since Ronnie seemed to get off on the idea too, Ann went along with the whole crazy scheme. But it was crazy. She had no doubt about that.
Ronnie moved toward the bed. He was almost thirty, but he was handsome and strong. His body was covered with dark hair. Ann liked that hair best of all. She thought of Ronnie as an animal, a ruthless animal, when he was naked like this.
Ann ran her eyes down Ronnie's body until she saw that huge, meaty cock.
That was another part of Ronnie that his teenaged bride liked a lot.
She glanced at that organ. It was only half-hard, but it already looked good. Ronnie was almost a foot long down there.
Ann glanced at Rica again. She looked at the white panties that her younger sister wore. She wondered what Rica would do if Ronnie had moved toward her, had ripped those panties off her, had fucked her with that huge dork.
But then she sighed. She slipped her fingers deeper into her pussy. She figured that it would be a while before she knew what it would be like to watch Ronnie fuck Rica.
In truth, she had been thinking of that possibility for months, since they had started their sexy game-her husband and her sister and her.
But then Rica spoke out. She was not enjoying herself as she should, and she wanted to let Ann and Ronnie know that.
"Talk to him. Say those nasty things to him, Ann. For goodness sake, do something."
Ann looked back at her naked husband as Ronnie moved onto the bed. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and she held those fingers up in front of Ronnie's mouth.
"Suck them," she said to her husband. "Suck my fingers and taste my sweetness."
Ronnie opened his mouth and Ann slipped her fingers into his lips. He sucked on them as Ann moved closer to him and whispered to her husband, whispered loud enough so that Rica would be able to hear too.
"Taste my sweetness. My cunt sweetness, Ronnie. I fingered my cunt and got all sweet for you down there."
When Ronnie opened his lips slightly, Ann pulled her fingers away from him. He smiled at her.
"Yeah," he said, "you are real sweet, Ann."
But then the naked, hairy man glanced at the girl in the corner.
"But I bet she would be sweet too. I bet Rica would be damned sweet."
Ann pounted her lips as she moved her hands over her big, bare tits.
"What's the matter, Ronnie," she said. "Ain't I good enough for you?"
"Sure," he said. "But I keep thinking that fucking her would be really good too."
His glance seemed to burn holes in Rica's body, the girl in the corner thought. She shivered and felt an aching deep inside of her. She had often thought about fucking Ronnie too, but she had determined that she would save herself-save herself for her brother-and she would not give herself to any other man until her brother had had the first crack at her pussy.
"Go on," Rica said softly. "Go on and do stuff, you two. Quit looking at me like that."
And Ann put her hands on the sides of Ronnie's head and pulled him to her and kissed him passionately.
She turned slightly and slipped one leg over his body. As she opened her mouth to his tongue, she felt his hand go down between her legs. She felt his finger slip into her pussy.
And she sighed, and the girl in the corner sighed too.
Doug was blond and handsome and tough. He was a surfer, the king surfer of his group.
He sat in the back seat of the car and let his friend, David, drive him. And he did not bother to look behind him. He knew that the other cars filled with other surfers were there.
They would follow him anywhere and Doug knew that.
Besides, right now, Doug was too busy to look behind him. He was busy sighing as the girl with the soft brown hair sucked on his cock.
She moved her mouth up and down on the organ. She stuck out her quick tongue and she licked the head of the thing. She went back to the pole with a relish in her heart and she let the pulsing feeling invade her mouth, her whole body.
"Oh, suck it, Kristy," he said. "Suck that cock."
And he reached down and touched her brown hair. It was curled in just the right way, he thought.
He slipped his fingers into those curls and he pressed her head down so that she had to take all of his prick deep into her mouth and throat.
She slurped that cock down like a hungry child, and, Doug thought, that might just be what she was.
The truth was that Doug did not know that much about Kristy. He only knew that she had come around his surfing bunch one night a few weeks back, had come around looking for some action. She had gotten that action, and now Doug would not let her leave, at least not until he was finished with her.
"Suck it, Kristy," Doug moaned. "Suck it till I come."
And he loosened his hold on the girl's head so that she would be able to move up and down on his cock.
He liked the way that her teeth and tongue and lips seemed to work wonders on the prick.
And he moaned and knew that he was going to come any time now. Doug groaned and knew that, in a few seconds, he was going to come in bursts right into Kristy's mouth and throat. He growled to the girl with the soft, brown hair.
"Slut, I am going to choke you with my come," he said.
David, the guy who was driving, giggled and then started to cough.
David coughed a lot, but he was one hell of a driver.
Doug felt his orgasm explode into Kristy's mouth. He grabbed her hair again and held her down on his dork.
"Take it," he said. "Take all of that come. Take it and drink it down."
And Kristy, good girl that she was, did just what she was told.
Ann wrapped her fingers around Ronnie's stiffening organ as the hairy man moved his mouth down over her big tit.
He worked his tongue around that nipple that she offered him. He liked his wife's tits. But he often wondered if the tits of his wife's little sister would be as sweet as Ann's.
He sucked that nipple into his lips. He tugged on it and felt Ann squirm against him as she did that.
And then he moved his mouth off the nipple and he spoke to his sister.
"Suck me, Ann," he said. "Suck me and get me real hard."
Ronnie especially liked it when Ann did this. He liked it because he could lie back and look over his wife's naked, sexy body at the girl in the corner.
Ann did not protest. He liked sucking cock. She especially liked sucking Ronnie's cock. It was so long and full and strong and sweet.
As she moved down to his prick, she ran her tongue through some of the hair on his body. She could already taste the fine, male sweat on that hair.
She opened her mouth wide and held his prick up. She moved her lips around the tip of his cock and she held the prick tightly that way.
Ronnie groaned and raised up slightly and looked at Rica.
Again, his eyes seemed to burn deep into her flesh. Again, she felt some kind of strange emotion that she could not understand.
But she watched. She tried to calm that emotion by recalling that she had vowed to save herself for Doug and she watched her sister and that hairy man.
Ann opened her lips and went down further on her husband's meat.
She felt Ronnie touch her back, move his fingers up and down her spine, and she sucked all of that meat into her.
When the cock was buried deep in her throat, she could feel the throbbing. It was the throbbing of love, she thought.
She moved her fingers over his hairy balls and she moved up and down on that hard cock. She made it harder and longer that way. And she thought that she even made it sweeter.
Her pussy was sweet too, and soon that cock would in her pussy.
She could hardly wait, she thought. Her pussy longed for that prick.
When the spear was hard and long, Ann took her lips off the organ. She pressed it back against Ronnie's hairy stomach and she listened to him sigh as she moved her tongue up and down the underside of that shaft.
As he sighed, he kept his eyes on the girl in her bra and panties, and Ronnie wondered why she always wore her underwear when she came in to look at them. If she did not want to be fucked, why didn't she keep all her clothes on? If she did want to be fucked, why didn't she get naked?
That girl in the corner mystified him. Sometimes Ronnie thought that Rica was flat-out crazy.
He took his eyes off the girl when her sister moved away from his cock. He looked down at his own meat and he was a little surprised that it had grown so quickly to such a huge and masculine size. He was always surprised at the way that Ann's mouth could work wonders on him in this way.
Ann lay there on her back and spread her legs wide. She sighed to her husband again.
"Fuck me, Ronnie. Fuck my hot, hot cunt."
And Ronnie moved over his wife and smiled down at her. She reached down between their bodies and she guided his prick into her pussy lips as she raised her hips.
And then Ann wrapped her legs around Ronnie's hairy body and pulled him down against her big tits and started to fuck him. He slipped that long and hardy piece of meat deep into her cunt.
She liked it like that. She liked the feeling of that cock in her cunt.
She whimpered against Ronnie's hairy shoulder and she started to fuck him, to move him with his rhythm.
When the actual fucking started, Rica did what she always did. She got up and walked out of the room quietly.
She closed the door behind her and ran down the hallway to her own bedroom.
When David pulled over by the side of the road, Doug again did not bother to look behind him. He knew that the other cars filled with other surfers would pull over too.
"Get out," he said to Kristy. "Go get in another car."
The brown-haired girl said nothing. She just opened the door and slipped out.
But she left the door open as she moved away. She knew that someone would come out of one of the other cars to join Doug here in the back seat.
Of course, Kristy was right. Another girl got out of one of the other cars.
That girl had long, blonde hair. Her name was Kay. Kristy and Kay passed each other as they moved from car to car there on the side of the highway.
Kristy got into the car and Kay had left. One of the surfers, a guy they all called Jetter, slapped her ass as she crawled over him to sit in the back seat between Jetter and another guy whose name she had never learned.
And then she raised her T-shirt up and bared her tits and Jetter and the other guy started to move their rough hands over her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to get the taste of Doug's come back into her mouth and throat. Doug was the special one, the girl remembered. She stayed for those times when Doug would let her ride with him, but she knew that the other guys demanded stuff of her too, and Doug expected her to give those other guys sex.
Kristy would do anything that Doug expected of her.
Kay moved into the back seat with Doug. He sat there, naked and tanned and strong and blond. .
He smiled at her as she closed the door behind her.
"I came in Kristy's mouth," he said. "I don't feel like nothing right now, but, you remember, Kay, when I get ready for something, I want you naked too."
Kay was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. She pulled the T-shirt off as David coughed and moved onto the highway again.
The other cars followed David's lead, followed Doug.
Doug looked out the window as David started to pick up speed on the highway. This highway ran right next to the Pacific Ocean. Doug smiled when he looked at all that water.
He liked the ocean. He liked to surf. He liked it because she was the best at it.
And now he was going home, he thought, to show his sisters that he was the best at something else too.
He had not seen Ann or Rica for almost two years, but he had kept up on them. He knew that Ann was married now. He knew that Rica lived with her sister and her husband. He knew that Rica had turned into one beautiful girl.
He smiled when he thought of all that beauty and sexiness-the beauty and sexiness that belonged to his sisters-waiting for him back at home.
As he smiled and looked at the ocean, he felt Kay's hand move hesitantly over his cock. He turned and looked at her. "Sure," he said.
And the blonde smiled and wrapped her fingers around his big cock and started to stroke on it.
David coughed and kept on driving down that highway by the ocean.
When she was alone in her room, Rica stripped quickly and lay down on her bed.
She lay with her arms outstretched. She did not touch herself. At moments such as this, she was afraid to touch herself. She somehow thought that, if she touched any part of her own flesh, she would explode into flames.
Flames of passion and flames of lust.
So she just lay there, wanting and yearning and naked, and she closed her eyes and she thought about her brother, the blond stud who was a year older than Ann.
She had often liked to go out by the ocean and watch her brother surf. She liked the way that he rode those waves as if they were nothing special, as if he controlled them all.
She liked the way that he looked too when he came in from the ocean, tanned and blond, his muscles ripping under his flesh.
But Rica remembered that, for a few months before Doug had finally left home, he had looked at her in a strange, new way.
She knew that it was because she was turning into a woman. She felt strange things, new things, when she looked at her brother too.
The strange thing was that she was not afraid of Doug, even when he looked at her as if she were some kind of feast and he was a starving man.
In her girlish heart, even though she could not understand her own feelings, she knew that she would let Doug eat her up if he wanted to do that.
But he never touched her, and she could still remember that last night-the night before he left home for good.
She had been sitting on the beach outside their house. She could hear Doug and her father arguing about something. She did not want to go into the house, even though it was chilly out there. She did not want to get close to all that strife.
But then the arguing had stopped and a door had slammed. She turned and she saw Doug striding toward her through the moonlight.
He came toward her and stood there. over her. He was dressed in a windbreaker and a pair of tight jeans.
And he looked down on her with that special look again.
He moved his hand over the crotch of his jeans. She saw that and she gulped.
"I can't stand it here any longer," he said. "I can't stand that bastard in there."
She nodded her head. She knew that her father was a bastard. But her mother was dead, and she did not know where to go to escape that man.
Doug kept his hand on his crotch as he said the next thing, the last thing that he had ever said to his younger sister.
"You are too young now. I don't think you would enjoy it enough. But I want you to save yourself for me, Rica. Save yourself for me."
"I will," the girl said, only half understanding what her brother was talking about.
And then Doug had turned and walked back up to the house. She sat there on the sand and she thought about the vow that she had made to her brother for along time.
When she finally got up and went into the house, Doug was gone.
Of course, now Rica understood what he meant by saving herself for him. Now she knew that Doug had been talking about sex, about fucking. And she lay there on the bed and shivered.
PART TWO
When Doug had heard the good news-that his bastard father had died-he began to plan for his return to his sisters.
But, still, it had taken him several months to get around to coming home.
Now, as he and his surfer band, pulled into that small town by the ocean, he leaned forward in the seat and snarled at David.
"Pull over, shithead," he said. "I want to make a phone call. Pull over at the first phone booth you see."
David coughed a couple of times and nodded his head. But she looked for a phone booth. He found one a couple of blocks away from the highway, and he pulled over.
Doug stuck out his hand. "Give me a dime, shithead," he said to David.
And the driver reached into his trousers and pulled out a whole handful of change, he dropped all of that change into Doug's hand.
Doug moved out of the back seat of the car and stood up. He was wearing only his trunks, and he liked the feeling that he got in his body when he stretched under the sun.
And then he saw the two girls sitting in the other car. They had pulled over too, and they were staring at him. He smiled at them and he sauntered over to their car.
Two more members of his happy band, he thought. If they could fuck and suck really well, he might let those two girls join his surfing gang.
"Hey," he said, "you girls from around here?"
They giggled and looked at each other. They did not say anything.
Both of the girls had obviously come from the beach. They were both in bikinis.
One was a redhead with big tits. The other one was a dark-haired girl with a deep dark tan.
"What's your names?" Doug asked with a friendly grin.
The girls did not even seem to notice the other cars pulling in. They were captivated by the way that the blond stud looked there in his trunks.
"My name is Jenny," the redhead said. "This is Donna."
"Jenny. Donna," Doug said, trying out the names on his tongue. Then he asked the question again. "You girls from around here?"
"No we go to college," Donna said. "We just came down to take in some sun and relax."
College girls! Doug liked college girls! He had had a lot of them in the last couple of years. Of course, the one that he really liked had been a college dean, the dean of women at a Midwestern university who had come out to California on vacation. She had sucked his cock as if there were no tomorrow, he remembered.
But college girls were nice too, he thought. Real nice.
"I got to make a phone call," he said. "You girls wait here. We will talk some more."
But, as he moved away from their car, he made a quick motion with his head. Some of the other guys jumped out of one of the cars and dashed to where the college girls were sitting.
As he moved into the phone booth, he heard the yelps from Donna and Jenny.
And then he picked up the receiver and dropped a dime into the slot.
He knew the number. An old friend here in his hometown had kept him informed and that old friend had even told him the number where he would be able to reach his sisters.
He dialed that number and listened to the ringing.
The soft voice answered. He knew immediately that it was Rica. "Hello," she said.
"I have come home," Doug said. "I know your address. I hope you have saved yourself for me, Rica."
He said all of that and then he hung up. He stood there and he smiled.
She would know who had called. Doug had no doubt about that at all.
He turned around and looked at the guys who were climbing into the car with Jenny and Donna.
He moved toward that car and he smiled at the girls who looked at him with something akin to fear in their eyes.
But the dark-haired, tanned one, Donna, was the one who asked the question.
"Who are these guys?" she muttered.
"My friends," Doug said. "My merry band of surfers. Do right by them and then you will be able to have me."
The readhead spoke then, surrendered to Doug and his tanned will.
"All right," she said. "We will fuck them all to get to you."
Doug smiled and turned and went back to the car where David and Kay waited for him.
College girls, he thought. They were a special breed of female.
When Rica hung up the phone, Ann, sitting there in the room with her, asked, "Who was that?"
"It was Doug," the younger sister said. "Doug!"
"He knows where we live," Rica informed her sister, "and he is coming here."
The two sisters just looked at each other. Neither of them knew whether to be happy or frightened.
Finally, Ann spoke to Rica, saying the only thing that she could think of.
"It has been a long time," she said. "I wonder if he has changed."
"I don't think so," Rica said. "He sounded much the same."
And then the younger sister moved out of the living room and down the hallway to her bedroom. She wanted to be alone now. She wanted to prepare herself for Doug. She was so glad that she had truly saved herself for him. Now she could not even think of what her blond, stud brother would do if she had not saved herself, had not kept her word.
She didn't even want to think about that prospect.
Donna sighed as she felt the hands go under the top of her bikini.
She looked at the guy who handled her that way. He was a strong, dark-haired stud.
"What is your name?" Donna asked.
"Don't matter," the young surfer said, and then he pushed her bikini top up and off her body.
He pressed her back there in the seat and he started to suck on her nipples.
Another surfer went toward the car where Doug sat with David and Kay.
"Hey, boss," he said to Doug. "Can we have them somewhere a little more private."
Doug thought about it. He had made his phone call. He smiled. Yes, he thought, he would make his sisters wait for him.
And then he spoke to the surfer who followed his orders.
"If I remember right," he said, "there is a place about three blocks down the road here. I think it turns off into some trees. That would be private enough, I think."
And then he leaned forward and started to give David directions to the tree.
And the other surfer ran around to the cars and told his friends that the boss was going to lead them to a more private place.
When the caravan of cars pulled back onto the street, Jenny was driving her car and Donna was sighing in the back seat as the dark-haired surfer pawed her tits.
The college girls were surrendering to the will of the leader, just as all the surfers did.
And Doug had remembered correctly. After David had made a couple of turns, they came to a clump of trees, a more private place.
And the two college girls were naked and kneeling in the middle of a clearing in the trees.
"Isn't this fun?" Donna muttered to her red-haired friend.
Jenny looked around at all the surfers.
The redhead was not so sure this was fun at all.
Sure, the guys looked good. They were tanned and muscular. But they also seemed strangely dangerous, the college girl thought.
Why had she gotten into this mess? Why had she driven with these surfers to this clearing?
Sometimes Jenny thought that she was crazy.
And then the blond guy, the one who seemed to be the leader of the gang, moved through the circle of surfers and smiled at them. Jenny remembered then why she had driven with Donna to this place, why she had wanted to join the surfers.
Jenny remembered that that blond stud in the well-packed swim-trunks had captivated her as no other man had ever captivated her before.
Jenny started to move toward the blond guy on her knees. She lifted up her hands to him. She wanted to plead with him to take her, to fuck her, to master her as only a blond surfer could master a red-haired college girl.
But the blond moved away from her. He snarled down at her.
"The others must try you out first," he said. "They will decide if you are good enough for me.
As Doug moved away from the redhead, two of the girls who traveled with the surfers, the blonde named Kay and the brown-haired girl named Kristy, moved toward him. He stood there and he put one arm around Kristy and the other arm around Kay.
The redhead tumbled back onto the ground, as if the blond surfer had struck her with his fist.
She lay there and spread her legs and moaned to anyone who might be listening.
"Oh, fuck me. Fuck my red-haired pussy, you studs."
And then she looked over to one side of the clearing. She saw Donna there.
The dark-haired college girl was already getting into some heavy sexy action with the dark-haired stud who had gone into the back seat of the car with her.
Donna knelt naked on the ground and kissed the head of the dark-haired stud's prick.
She held that cock lovingly in her hands and stuck out her tongue and let that tongue dart against his prick.
The guy was naked, and Jenny could see that his ass-cheeks were tanned too.
She wondered if all these wild sexual outlaws ran around naked on the beach. She often wished that she had had the courage to go naked on a beach and let the sun bake those hidden parts of her body.
But then Jenny remembered that she was naked now-not on the beach but in this clearing. And she was more than just naked. She lay there with her legs spread. She was open to any man who wanted her. She knew that, and all the sexual outlaws knew it too.
She slipped a finger into her cunt and worked her finger around in that sweetness and wetness as she watched Donna open her red lips and take about half of that stud's meat into her mouth.
Jenny and Donna were good friends at college, but she had never seen Donna suck a cock before.
Now that she saw the dark-haired beauty working on that organ, however, Jenny could tell in just a few seconds that Donna was expert at sucking.
And the dark-haired stud who stood before the naked girl could tell that she was expert too.
He was sighing and moaning, and he put his fingers into her dark hair and caressed her with a masculine touch as she moved back and forth on that rod.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you sure can suck. And my name is Ralph, baby. You are sucking Ralph's prick, baby. Ralph's prick, you hear?"
Donna took her mouth off the organ and looked up at the tanned stud.
She kept her fingers working on the meat as she smiled at him and said the words softly.
"Ralph's prick," she said. "Ralph's prick is very good and very big too. My name is Donna, and I cannot wait until Ralph's prick is in Donna's cunt."
Some of the guys in the circle around the clearing laughed at that. Jenny could hear someone coughing in the background too.
The redhead had to admit that her friend did put on a sexy show with this Ralph, but she remembered then that she was all alone there. She turned and looked at the blond stud, the leader, and she heard the begging tone in her own voice as she started to put her need into words. The begging tone, of course, did not surprise her.
"What about me? What about my mouth and my cunt? Don't I get something?"
Doug looked down on her. The other guys looked down on her too, but not a one of them would make a move until Doug told them that it was all right to do so.
Doug seemed to be thinking of something. Then he smiled and he turned his head to one side and he whispered in the blonde's ear.
The blonde girl, Kay, just smiled and nodded her head.
Then Kay moved from under Doug's protecting arm and walked into the clearing too
The redhead lay there on the ground and looked at the blonde girl. What was going on here? Was she crazy? Was this girl crazy? Was the whole world crazy?
All of these questions ran through the college girl's mind.
Kay was slender. She had very small tits.
When she took off her T-shirt, Jenny noticed that she looked a little bit like a boy.
And then Kay opened her shorts and pushed them down and Jenny saw that hairy twat and she knew that this blonde was not a boy at all.
Jenny knew then what Kay and Doug had in mind for the red-haired college girl.
Jenny glanced back at Donna. The dark-haired girl had her fingers curled around the stud's cock and she was licking the guy's balls.
Jenny had often thought about doing it with a girl. She had often thought about doing it with Donna, in fact. But she had never worked up the courage to bring the subject up with her best friend.
Now it seemed that she was going to have her first girl-a strange, blonde girl.
Jenny did not even consider the idea of fighting the girl off. She knew that she had to do things such as this in order to prove that she was good enough for the blond stud who led the gang.
Naked, Kay knelt beside the redhead and moved her hand over one of Jenny's big, sexy tits.
"I have always wanted big tits like yours," the blonde said. "My name is Kay."
"My name is Jenny," the redhead said, and then she felt a bit of a shock-shock that she had gotten that much out. Her throat seemed so tight, tight with anxious lust and need.
The tightness grew as the blonde, thin, naked girl moved her mouth down and kissed Jenny's neck. That kiss sent shivers up the redhead's spine. The blonde stuck out her tongue and worked that tongue slowly up the mountain of Jenny's breast.
Then the tongue reached the top of the mountain, the nipple that looked so sweet.
Kay sucked that nipple into her mouth and reached over and started to massage the other big tit as Jenny quivered there on the ground.
Across the clearing, Ralph's cock was hard and long. Donna moved away from it.
The dark-haired girl lay back on the ground and spread her legs wide. Ralph clutched his big whopper and groaned out an order for the naked college girl.
"Play with yourself, sweet-cakes," he said. "Play with your pussy and get it all wet real quick."
Of course, Donna knew that her pussy already was wet. But she moved her finger over her slash slowly. She knew that Ralph wanted to see her finger her cunt. She knew that that would add to the pleasure he was feeling now as he stroked on his long poker.
The dark-haired college girl moaned and twisted there on the ground as she worked two of her fingers into her twat. He lifted her hips up and she shoved the fingers in deeply.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed. "That feels good. But not as good as a cock."
Ralph groaned and some other guys laughed and someone coughed in the background.
With a mighty force, Donna fucked herself with her two fingers, slammed the fingers into her cunt again and again.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "I am so wet and hot inside. Ohhhhhhh, I need a cock. I do. I do. I need a cock in my wet, hot pussy."
"Then get those fucking fingers out of the way," Ralph groaned as he dropped to his knees between Donna's outstretched legs. "Get them out of the way and let this cock come through."
Donna pulled her fingers out of her cunt. She looked at the prick as Ralph knelt there. Yes, she thought, yes, that was just what her cunt needed. A big, manly cock-the cock of a guy that she had only known for a few sweet, brutal minutes.
She had thought that her fingers had been quick and firm.
But, when Ralph put his hands under her buns and lifted her and slammed that big piece of meat in her, Donna sighed and felt like she was being ripped apart.
It was a sexy ripping through. She grabbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, pinched them with her fingers, and she moved against the prick with ecstasy.
Rica was naked in her bedroom. Ann strolled in and looked at her. She had not seen her sister naked for a long, long time.
Ann saw now that her little sister had turned into one fine woman.
Rica did not even try to cover her body. She just looked at Ann and she felt that, finally, she could explain everything to her older sister.
"I have been saving myself for Doug. I promised him that on the night that he left."
Of course, the older sister thought, that explained so much.
"You have never had another man," Ann muttered.
"No. I have thought about it. I have watched you and Ronnie together and I have thought of men and boys that I could have. A lot of boys at school want me real bad. But I made a promise to Doug, and I knew that I would have to keep that promise."
Ann did not know if it was right, a sister saving herself for her older brother.
But she did not want to argue with Rica. She just sat down on the side of the bed and stared at that sexy body.
"Did you ever-" Rica muttered, and then she stopped herself.
She thought that she might not have a right to ask her sister a question like that.
"With Doug?" the sister asked, knowing what was on Rica's mind.
Then the naked girl nodded. She truly did want to know.
"Yes," Ann said. "We did it a couple of times. Just experimenting, I guess. Neither of us knew much about it then. But I think Doug learned a lot about it soon after that, and I never did it with him again. He scared me in a way."
"You shouldn't be scared of Doug," the little sister said. "After all, he is your brother."
Ann nodded slightly. And then she got up from the bed and walked toward the door.
At the door, she. turned and smiled at her sister.
"You have always been more courageous than I am. Don't tell Ronnie about me and Doug. Please."
"I won't tell him," Rica said.
"I am not sure how he would take news like that," Ann said.
And then the older sister opened the door and left the room, left her naked younger sister there-waiting for the arrival of Doug, the stud of the family.
The thin blonde named Kay moved over the big-titted, red-haired college girl's body.
She spread her legs wide so that Jenny could lick out her pussy and she moved her face close to that red-haired muff that Jenny offered to her.
Somewhere in the distance, someone coughed.
The blonde moved her fingers over the lips of the pussy. She smelled the aroma that can from deep within the college girl. And she felt the fingers on her own snatch too.
The insides of the redhead's cunt were wet and pink. The blonde moved her tongue against those insides with little, darting thrusts.
When she felt that feminine tongue in her pussy, Jenny moaned again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
And then she drove her own tongue deep into the blonde's furry snatch.
She worked her tongue around in that thing and tasted the juices that rolled from the pussy into her mouth.
She heard the gang of young studs speaking.
"Hey, the redhead is really getting into Kay's pussy, Doug," one of them said.
"We done got ourselves a bi-sexual college girl, Doug."
"Shit fire, Doug, ain't all college girls bi-sexual? I once read that somewhere."
"I hear that all the girls at San Francisco State are bi-sexual, Doug."
"I once met a girl from the University of Colorado. She was bi-sexual, I think."
"All the girls at the University of California at Long Beach are just flat lesbian, Doug. I know that. My sister goes there, and she is just flat lesbian."
"Long Beach is full of lesbians, for sure."
"I once knew a girl who went to Yeshiva University in New York City. She liked to make it with German Shepherds."
"Really?"
"Really. German Shepherds. And she was Jewish. She was a graduate student in the social work program there. She was so Jewish that her cunt tasted kosher."
She listened to all the voices, but she did not hear the voice of the leader, the blond stud who had captivated her.
And, as she listened, she licked out the insides of this thin blonde girl who rested on top of her. .
Across the clearing, Donna sighed as the cock slammed into her again and again.
"Oh, fuck me, Ralph. Slam that thing into me. Give me the fucking of my life."
The dark-haired guy leaned forward slightly, but he stayed on his knees. He liked looking down at that college beauty as he fucked her.
He liked the way she pinched and tugged on her nipples. He liked the way she squirmed with passion as he drove into her tight, sweet cunt again and again.
In fact, Ralph the surfer thought that he could easily fall in love with this beauty.
He had heard all those guys talking about college girls they had fucked, but he had never fucked a college girl before. He thought that there was something special about this pussy, and he thought that it might be because that pussy was college-educated.
Ralph had fucked a lot of girls, and most of them had been high school graduates.
But he had never gotten into a college cunt like this one.
"Oh, sweet-cakes," he muttered. "I am going to come for sure."
The college girl did not say anything when he gave her that news, but Doug said something. He gave Ralph an order. "Pull out of her. I want to see you come all over her body."
Doug was the leader, Ralph thought. He had to do what Doug told him to do.
So the dark-haired surfer jerked his cock out of the sweet, collegiate pussy.
He was going to stroke himself with his hand, but the dark-haired beauty raised up and reached out and grabbed him. She tugged on his male flesh, jerking him to his climax.
That made Ralph moan. If the college girl wanted him to come all over her too, that made all of this extra special dandy, Ralph thought. Yeah, extra special dandy.
As he started to explode, he wondered if all college guys came on their girlfriends. Maybe. Just maybe they did.
When the bombs of orgasmic juice shot out of Ralph's cock, Donna let out one long sigh.
"Ohhhhhhhh, hit me with that come, stud. Hit me with that come."
Of course, Ralph hit her. His come splattered on her tits and on her stomach. Some of it even shot into her dark, soft hair.
As the come hit her, the college girl shivered and felt her own orgasm start.
Somewhere in the distance, someone coughed.
That afternoon, when Ronnie came home, Ann took him into the bedroom and slowly peeled the clothes from his hairy body. Ronnie grinned and did not ask any questions, at least not until they were both naked and in bed and Ann was massaging his organ.
"Where is Rica?" the husband asked.
"What?"
"Where is Rica? Isn't she going to come in and watch in her underwear?"
"No, I don't think so. She is in her room. I think she is sleeping."
For some reason that Ann could not understand, she did not want to tell Ronnie about the phone call from Doug. She had mentioned her runaway brother to her husband, but Ronnie had never figured out just what Doug had meant to Ann and to Rica.
And, of course, Ann had never told Ronnie the story of the times that she had fucked her own brother.
Some things a wife did not mention to her husband-no matter how sexy and hairy he was.
"I sort of miss Rica," Ronnie said. "Maybe you could go in and wake her up and tell her that we are doing it in here. I don't think she would want to miss this, do you?"
Ann pulled her hand off Ronnie's cock and snarled at him.
"What's the matter, you bastard? You married me, not Rica!"
"Well, I just got sort of used to her over the months, you know."
"You want to fuck her? Is that it? Do you want to fuck my younger sister?"
"Well-"
Ronnie did not know what to say. The truth was that he had often thought about fucking that sweet, young thing. But he did not think that he should tell Ann something like that.
"Well, you scumbag," Ann hissed, "you won't fuck her. At least, you won't fuck her first. Rica is saving herself for her brother, and her brother has come back to town."
"What? What are you talking about, Ann?"
The teenaged wife pulled away from the hairy husband and got off the bed.
"Forget it,' she muttered, reaching for her robe.
But Ronnie grabbed that robe. "What is all this shit about her brother? Rica wants her own brother to fuck her? Is that what you are telling me? Shit, that is sick. Real sick, Ann."
Ann turned and glared at her husband. She felt that she had to defend the family tradition.
"I fucked him," she said. "Why shouldn't she."
"What?"
Ann did not bother with the robe. She just ran from the bedroom naked.
"Sick!" Ronnie yelled after her. "That is fucking sick!"
Once she was out of the bedroom, Ann did not know where to go. She felt that she had to escape Ronnie. He might decide to beat the shit out of her for fucking her own brother. You could never tell about hairy guys, she thought.
She ran to Rica's room and opened the door. She dashed inside the room and closed the door and locked it.
The younger sister was still naked there on the bed. She sat up when Ann ran in and she stared at her sister's naked body too.
In a few seconds, Ronnie was banging on that door with his fists.
"Open this door, you sick perverts!" he yelled. "God damn it, Ann, open this door and tell me what you are going to do about all this!"
But Ann did not open the door. She moved to the bed and sat there next to her naked sister.
In a few seconds, Rica put her arm around Ann and the two naked teenagers huddled there together.
Ronnie banged on the door for several minutes and then he sighed and walked away.
A few minutes later, the two sisters heard the motor of the car turn over and the tires squeal as Ronnie pulled out of the driveway.
They knew then that they were along there in the house.
"This is the way it should be," Rica said softly. "We should be alone and naked when Doug gets here."
Ann did not disagree with her sister. She just wondered what was keeping their brother.
PART THREE
Late that night, David coughed as he drove up the street in the quiet, little residential section of the ocean-front town. You could not see the ocean from this neighborhood, David found, but you could still hear its roar.
David smiled when he listened to that ocean. He knew that Doug, the boss, would be more comfortable with his sisters because of that roar.
Doug sat in the back seat. He did not say anything. He had given David the address and the directions right before they had gotten into the car. Now the blond boss was concentrating on something. David did not want to disturb him.
David coughed, but he knew that would not disturb the boss. Doug was used to that coughing by now.
David had been driving for Doug and coughing for six months.
Of course, David did not really belong with that group of surfers. Everyone else in the gang was so healthy and athletic. David was thin and small and he coughed all the time. He was only seventeen, but, when he had been fifteen, a doctor had told David's mother that David was dying. The boy had overheard that and had run away from that night.
If he could just keep moving, traveling, death would not be able to find him, the boy thought.
And, for the last two years, it had worked. He had kept moving and he had lived. He had even gotten an occasional piece of pussy because Doug had ordered some star-struck girl to fuck his coughing driver.
David could not thank Doug enough, but he had never really thanked him at all. David did not say much. Whenever he started talking, he started coughing too, and that embarrassed him.
David found the right address and pulled up against the curb.
Doug looked out the window at the little house. It was dark inside, but Doug knew that at least Rica would be waiting for him there. She would have to wait for him, no matter how long it took.
"Stay here," he said to the driver. "I may be in there for a long time. But you stay here."
David nodded and coughed some more. Doug got out of the car.
He was wearing his jeans and his windbreaker now. He stood there in front of the house and he wondered what Ann's husband did for a living. Probably drove a truck or worked in a factory, he figured. Whatever the guy did, he was not wealthy.
Doug listened to the roar of the ocean for a minute. It was about six blocks away from the house. He was sorry that Ann and Rica had moved, sorry that he could not fuck his little sister with the waves lashing over their bodies.
Maybe he would take her out to the ocean for the second fucking, the second coming, he thought. But the first time would have to be done quickly. Right there in that house.
Rica had waited so long. He would not want to make her wait much longer.
He walked up to the front door. He tried the knob. The door was unlocked.
He stepped into the dark house and closed the door behind him.
"Rica!" he called. "I have returned, Rica!"
She appeared almost magically, at the end of the long hallway. The door opened quickly and she stood there with the light shining from behind her.
She was naked and she was beautiful.
"I have waited for you, Doug," the younger sister said. "I have saved myself for you, just as you asked me to."
Doug smiled and walked toward that naked girl in the shining, soft light.
But then he saw another naked female move into the lighted doorway too. He knew in an instant that it was Ann, the sister he already had fucked.
He stopped there in the hallway and looked at her. That big-titted, sexy sister looked good too, but, in a way, Doug thought, she shouldn't be here.
This moment belonged to him and to Rica, and he wanted Ann out of the way.
"Hello," the older sister said. "I have waited for you too, Doug."
"No you haven't," the blond brother snarled. "You married some guy. And I bet that guy is as much of a bastard as our father was."
Ann just stood there and nodded her head. Instantly, she realized that Ronnie was, in many ways, the mirror image of her father.
And, instantly, she realized that she had married Ronnie in order to get another guy just like her father. It was all so simple. Doug had figured it out immediately.
Doug had always had that ability to read people, to control them because he knew just what they wanted in life. Ann closed her eyes and wondered how she could have ever gotten herself into such a trap with Ronnie. She wished that Doug, her brother who understood so much, could save her from her husband.
"I want to see Rica alone first," Doug said to Ann. "You can sit out in the living room and wait if you wish, Ann."
"All right," the older sister said.
She turned and hugged her naked, younger sister. Then she moved out of the doorway. She sighed as Doug walked by her.
And she found herself wishing that she could be in Rica's place.
Donna, the dark-haired college girl, crawled out of the back seat of the car. Her body was aching. It seemed that she had fucked so many guys in the last few hours.
It seemed that she had fucked every guy in the world.
She lay naked on the ground and sighed. She was chilled there in the night air, but she could not work up the energy to find any clothes. She did not know what had happened to her clothes. It seemed at that moment that she had spent her entire life naked.
In another car, she heard Jenny, her red-haired friend, moaning to some stud.
"Yes, drive it into me, Pedro. Fuck me with that Hispanic dork."
Pedro? Had Donna fucked Pedro? Had she fucked a dark-skinned, Hispanic stud? The dark-haired girl could not remember. She would not have been clear on that if she had fucked every man in Mexico.
Then someone moved over her, some guy. She looked up and studied his figure in the moonlight. He was strong and big, but it seemed to Donna that all of these surfers were strong and big.
"Hi," the guy said, "my name is Big Mike. Which one are you?"
"Donna," the girl sighed.
"I ain't fucked no Donna yet," Big Mike said. "Let's go to it, baby."
"All right," the girl moaned, as she sat up.
Then she shivered and felt the cold invade her even more deeply.
"Can't we go somewhere warm, Big Mike?" the college girl muttered. "I don't have any clothes, and I am cold."
"Sure," the guy said. "Doug went to visit his sisters. I don't see why I can't take you somewhere nice and warm."
And the big guy reached down and helped the exhausted, naked girl stand up.
Then they walked toward a car. Donna did not know where he was taking her. She really did not care. As she moved toward the car, she heard Jenny crying out to someone in another car.
"Oh, Pedro! You fucking spic! I am going to come!"
It was not until they had gotten into a car that Donna noticed that Big Mike was a black man.
Not that it mattered, Donna thought. She was liberal. She went to college. She was just glad that she had noticed that the guy was black before he had fucked and left her high and dry.
Big Mike started the car and pulled away from the clearing.
Doug was naked on the bed. His cock was hard and full. Rica was so fucking sexy, he thought, as he moved over her and looked down at her. And she was his sister too. That added to his pleasure.
"I have saved myself for you," the girl explained. "I have watched Ann fuck her husband a lot of times. So I know what to do. But I have never fucked. I still have my cherry for you."
Doug smiled down at her. "Good," the brother said, "now let's get rid of that thing."
"Yes," Rica moaned, "let's get rid of that thing, Doug. My brother. Fuck me. Show me what it is all about."
In the living room, Ann sat naked. She heard Rica yelp, and she knew that Doug had penetrated her. She closed her eyes and touched her tit.
She hoped that her little sister liked it all. She hoped that Rica would not let a momentary pain stand in the way of her own happiness.
And then she heard the sighing from the bedroom, and she knew that Rica had seen her way through.
Ann knew that her brother and her sister were fucking in there with delight.
Ann lay back on the couch and spread her legs and moved her fingers up and down her body with feathery touches. She closed her eyes and tried to remember how it had been with Doug when she had fucked him.
And she found herself hoping that he would fuck her again before he left.
She was sure that her brother would be much more of a stud than any other man she had ever had, even her husband.
She moved her feathery fingers over her pussy-lips and moaned softly.
"Oh, Doug. Oh, Doug, fuck me too. Me too, Doug. Me too."
In the bedroom, Rica sighed and held her brother close. His prick was buried in her pussy. All of that brotherly meat was in her now.
And she felt warmer than she had ever felt before.
She whispered to her brother to let him know how she felt at that moment.
"It was worth the wait, Doug. Oh, fuck, my brother. My cunt is aching for a good fucking from your cock."
And Doug started to move in and out of her as he lifted his sister's legs and slipped them around his body. She held him just right and she started to move under him as the passion built between them.
"You are great, Rica. You are great," he muttered, as he felt the cunt welcome his cock as a sister should welcome her long-lost brother.
Big Mike paid for the motel room in a seedy section of town while Donna sat in the car. Big Mike had given her a jacket that engulfed her girlish body.
She held that jacket close to her body now and tried to warm up. She looked at the motel. It was the kind of place where college girls normally would not stay.
But Donna knew that she was more than just a college girl now. Nothing had been normal for her since that afternoon when she and Jenny had first seen that blond stud in the swim trunks.
Big Mike dashed back to the car. He got in and handed Donna the key. Then he pulled into a parking space.
"Room six," he muttered. "Six has always been my lucky number, you know."
When he smiled, she saw that his teeth were pearly white.
And she thought that this black guy was really very nice. He had given her a jacket and had taken her to a motel room. She stretched her body as she got out of the car and she. determined to give him a really good fucking. He deserved that, she thought.
They went inside the motel room. Big Mike even let Donna unlock the door.
Inside, Donna did feel warm again. But she also had to piss.
"I have to use the bathroom," she said, touching her finger to her red lips and acting like a little girl.
Big Mike smiled again and nodded. As she scurried into the little bathroom, she heard him laugh.
The bathroom was dirty. She got some toilet paper and put it around the seat before she took off Big Mike's jacket and sat down to do her business.
How long had it been since Doug had gone into that room? Ann could not really tell. She had played with herself and she had come and then she had lost all track of time.
The next thing she knew, Doug and Rica were standing naked over her. Someone had turned on a light. She lay there naked and looked up at Rica and smiled.
"How was it?" she asked her younger sister.
"Just great," the girl said, as she leaned close to her naked brother.
Then Ann looked at the blond stud. He was truly manly now, she thought. When they had played around together, he had been a boy. But she looked at that cock now and she smiled and knew that her brother was a man, a real stud.
She continued to look at the cock, as if she were asking the prick the question. "How long do you plan to stay here?"
"Not long," Doug said. "I have a bunch of guys who travel with me. I am their leader. One of them is outside in the car right now. We all surf and fuck girls and we like traveling."
Traveling. The idea sounded delicious to Ann. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg Doug to take her with him and his band of surfers.
But, instead of begging, she found herself reaching out and touching the prick.
"Looks good," she said softly. "Feels good too."
"Why don't you suck it, Ann?" the brother said in a firm tone.
She did not have to hear a suggestion like that twice. The teenaged wife slipped around on the couch and brought her mouth close to the cock. She opened her lips wide and she sucked that prick into her.
She could taste the cunt-juices of her little sister on her brother's cock.
They were sweet and the cock was sturdy. Sweet and sturdy. What more could a sister want?
As he felt Ann's mouth on his dork, Doug turned his head and smiled at his other sister.
"Get down there and help her, Rica," he said.
And the other naked female dropped her knees and moved close to Doug's cock too. In a few seconds, both of the women had moved to their knees, were kneeling in front of the stud.
Rica was holding the cock and massaging the base of the thing as Ann worked her tongue around the head of the prick.
Doug groaned softly and thought that he was the luckiest brother in the world.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Big Mike. He was naked on the bed.
Donna smiled when she saw that huge black prick, and she moved toward the bed too.
"Want me to suck that thing, Big Mike?" she said in that little-girl tone as she moved closer to him.
"Yeah. And when it is hard. I want you to open your ass to this thing. I want to fuck you there."
Donna felt a spark run through her body. The black man wanted to fuck her in the ass.
That was all right with her, she thought. She was liberal. She was a college girl.
She moved her face close to the prick and held it up with both of her hands and she licked the crown of the tower of black flesh.
The prick was fat and black and about eleven inches long, she figured.
And then Donna opened her red lips and worked her mouth down over about half of that tool. She tightened her lips around the thing and she tasted the big sweetness of Big Mike.
She felt the cock throb in her mouth and that throbbing seemed to rush right through her and head for her buttocks, for that private hole that Big Mike would soon invade.
As she sucked on the cock, she realized that Big Mike was invading that hole even now.
He had moved his big black hand over her buttocks and he slipped his black finger into her tight bung-hole. She was not greased up back there, so it hurt a little.
But, to the college girl, the hurt seemed to add to the pleasure.
And she worked up and down on the organ with more fierce sucking, preparing that cock for her ass-hole. She squirmed as his finger went deeper into her buns and she felt the heat fill up her college-girl body.
Both of the sisters were giving their brother pleasure now.
As Rica sucked diligently on Doug's cock, Ann decided to show her brother just how much she needed him.
She would be his slave if she had to be, she thought, and she would show that slave-like devotion to him right now. She moved down onto the floor and she started to lick his feet with warm, wet movements of her tongue.
Doug groaned and looked down. He felt his sister's long hair against his ankles and his sister's tongue against the top of his toes.
"Ann, you are something else," he said. "You always have been."
The older sister remembered that she had once been afraid of Doug, of the way that he had looked at her, of the way that his gaze had seemed to burn all the clothes off her girlish body and make her feel all hot inside too.
But Rica had been right, Ann decided. There was no reason to be afraid of Doug. He was her brother. A brother would not do anything to really hurt his sisters.
Ann decided that she would do anything Doug wanted her to do. She would trust him in everything.
"Lie back on the floor, Ann," Doug said softly.
And the older sister did just what she was told to do. She lay back and she spread her legs. She looked at her little sister, the girl who was still sucking on that cock, and she thought that Doug meant to fuck her-Ann-with that cock when Rica had gotten it long and strong.
But Doug had other ideas for the time being. He gently pushed his little sister off his rod and then he spoke to her softly, tenderly, as a brother should speak to the sister who worships him.
"Lap out Ann's pussy," he said. "Get her pussy ready for my prick."
Rica did question her brother either. She moved away from him and looked down at the pink slash of her sister's cunt. She smiled at Ann.
And Ann found herself opening her legs wide so that Rica could use her mouth and tongue on that pussy. She sighed as she watched her little sister move her mouth down toward that cunt. She moaned when she felt her sister's breath against her wet, pink cunt-lips.
Of course, Rica had never done anything like this before.
But she went to it like a pro, like an experienced lesbian. She was doing what her brother wanted her to do and that was all that mattered to the teenager.
She spread Ann's pussy lips with her fingers and she drove her tongue deep into that snatch.
She found that her sister was hot and sweet-like cocoa, she thought-down there.
Ann moved one leg up into the air, and she moaned to her little sister.
"Oh, lick out my pussy, Rica. That feels so fucking good. That feels so fucking sexy. Lick my pussy, little sister, and get it ready for my brother's cock."
And Rica did just what she was told as Doug looked down on them and stroked on his piece of man-meat, preparing himself for that cunt of his older sister.
When the black cock was long and hard, Donna took her mouth off the thing and smiled as she studied it.
She remembered that once, in a history class, she had read about a giant black tower that had been erected in the middle of an ancient civilization in Africa. She remembered that she had read that the people of the civilization had worshipped that tower, had sacrificed young girls to the tower. But they had not been savages. The instructor in college had been quick to point that out. They had had their own university and they had made great strides in medical science.
But now as the girl looked at that black tower of cock, she thought not of the university, not of the medicine. She thought only of the sacrifice. In her college girl mind, she had become the sacrifice to the black tower.
And she did not mind being a sacrifice at all.
"Get your ass around here, white gal," Big Mike said in a slightly brutal tone. "I am going to fuck that white ass for sure."
The college girl moved around on the bed willingly. Soon she was on her hands and knees and Big Mike was aiming his black tower at her bung-hole.
"Yes, sacrifice me," Donna moaned. "Fuck my ass-hole."
"I like to fuck white girls dry," he said. "I like to hurt them just a little bit."
"Oh, yes," Donna said, as the flames of lust shot through her body.
"White girls always like it," Big Mike said.
And then, without warning, he slammed about half of that black tower into her bung-hole. Donna felt like screaming, but she stopped herself. A good sacrifice did not scream, she thought. A good sacrificial girl went willingly to her end.
And her ass grew used to the cock very quickly. She trembled there on her hands and knees and she felt that prick go in and out of her and she felt the flame in her bowels and she knew that she was being a perfect sacrifice to that huge, black, African tower.
"Oh, I am so glad I found you," she whimpered. "I am glad you joined up with Doug."
"Doug? Huh?" the black man muttered, as he continued to fuck her. "Shit fire, sweet thing, I just happened to come along. I had parked my car to take a leak and I saw you naked there and I just-"
"You are not a surfer!" the college girl yelped, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the black man who was still fucking her.
"Hell, no," he said. "I am the vice president of a computer firm in Long Beach, California."
Donna wanted to laugh, but then she wanted to moan.
Finally, she figured that it did not matter that this guy was not a surfer. He fucked like a surfer anyway.
"Come away from her cunt, Rica," Doug said. "My cock is ready for her now."
The younger sister had to move away slowly. The cunt was so sweet that she did not want to leave it. She turned her head to one side and kissed the soft flesh of the older sister's inner thigh.
But then she felt her brother's hands on her, pulling her away, and she looked at Ann and pursed her lips and said in parting, "Your pussy is hot and sweet."
Ann reached out and touched her sister's tit with her fingers.
"Your tongue is great. We have to do this more often, Rica."
But then Ann saw her brother's healthy, sturdy cock and she knew that she would be willing to give up her sister's tongue to get that prick.
She spread her legs wide and moaned to Doug as he moved into position.
"Oh, fuck me, my brother. Fuck me the way you used to fuck me."
But, in her heart, Ann knew that he would fuck her even better than he had fucked her before. Doug was a man now and she was a woman, and they would both fuck with lust and skill and passion.
David wondered if he should tell the boss that the other car had pulled up into the driveway. He wondered if he should tell the boss that the guy who got out of that car had a gun.
But then the driver started to cough. The coughs seemed to come from the deepest part of his lungs and he thought he was going to pass out from the pain that he felt.
The truth was that Ronnie did not know why he had taken the gun from under the seat of his car. As he approached the front door that night, he looked down and saw the pistol and he was surprised that he had it there in his hand.
But then he heard sounds coming from inside the house, sounds that were something like moans, and he remembered that his wife and her little sister were sick, sick, sick.
He would scare the sickness out of them, he thought, with that pistol. He would not use it on them. He would just scare the perversion out of those two sexy young women.
He pushed the door open and stepped into the living room and he saw them all there. They were naked, Ann and Rica and this blond guy. Rica was kneeling beside her sister and the guy and the stud was aiming his prick right at Ann's pussy-hole.
"Fuck me, my brother," Ann moaned.
And then Ronnie knew that this guy was Doug, the runaway brother. His anger exploded in his head. He aimed the pistol at the naked guy.
"You bastard. You can't fuck my wife," Ronnie snarled. "You can't fuck your own sister."
When she saw the gun, Ann screamed. Rica just turned and stared in fright.
But Doug smiled at the pistol.
"Why not?" he muttered.
"Why not what?" the hairy man groaned.
"Why can't I fuck my sister. I have fucked her before. And I have already fucked Rica here. It seems only right that I should fuck
Ann too."
Ronnie looked at the pretty teenager that he had lusted after for so long.
"You fucked Rica," he muttered.
"She is very good," Doug said. "She saved herself for me, but now she can fuck any guy she wants."
Rica seemed to understand everything that every man in the room wanted.
She moved down on her hands and knees and she crawled toward her sister's husband.
"Put the pistol down, Ronnie," she said. "Put the gun down. I want you. I want you, Ronnie."
"Really?" the man muttered. "You want me now."
"I have wanted you for the longest time," the girl said, still moving toward him slowly on her hands and knees. "But I had to wait for Doug to bust my cherry. You can understand that, can't you, Ronnie. I made a vow."
"Oh," the man said, "a vow."
"A vow to my brother, Ronnie. There is nothing more sacred than a sister's vow to her big brother."
"No, I don't guess there is."
By then Rica was kneeling in front of Ronnie. She touched the crotch of his pants with her girlish fingers. He shook with tension when he felt that touch.
"You let Doug fuck Rica, Ronnie," she said softly. "I will suck your cock and get your prick all hard and full and then you can fuck me too."
"Yeah," the man said, placing the pistol on a little table. "Yeah, I guess that is all right."
"Sure, it is all right," the teenaged temptress said, unzipping her brother-in-law's pants.
Doug grinned. Ronnie was a lot like their father, he thought. Down deep, this guy was just dumb.
Rica pulled the cock out of Ronnie's pants and held it in her hand. She blew on it, and Ronnie leaned against the wall and groaned.
"Oh, God, I have wanted this for so long," he said. "Really, I have, Rica."
"And Ann has wanted Doug for so long too," Rica said. "Can she fuck him now, Ronnie?"
"Sure, sure," the man said, as the beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead. "Sure, she can fuck him. She can fuck him and he can fuck her and you can suck my cock."
Doug smiled down at Ann as the woman spread her legs wide again.
He aimed his still hard cock at his sister's pussy and drove it home as she moaned and tossed under him.
On the other side of the room, the little sister slurped on Ronnie's cock and made the hairy man very happy and content.
"Yeah, oh yeah," he groaned. "Boy, oh boy, howdy. This is just as fine as I thought it would be. Her mouth is like some kind of cloud around my cock, Ann."
"Yeah," Ann said as she worked her body against her brother's. "Yeah, Ronnie. I know. Her mouth is great."
David was still coughing as he moved out of the car. This was it. He knew it. He knew too that the boss would have to drive himself back to the others. He wished that he could tell the boss he was sorry, but he didn't have time. He staggered down the street, coughing, until he fell. He lay there and felt the pain deep in his chest and closed his eyes. This was it, he thought, but he had had two extra years. The doctors had been wrong, but, finally, death had found him. He could not have run forever anyway.
David lay there and groaned and then he was silent. He coughed no more.
"I am going to come, white gal," Big Mike muttered as he worked his prick into Donna's ass-hole one last time. "I am going to come right up into your bowels and wash you out good, white girl."
"Yes, Yes, come inside me, Big Mike. Wash me out."
Donna had moved her hand against her own pussy. She had been fingering her clit while Big Mike had fucked her. She was ready to come too.
She felt the first shot of fluid inside her, felt that warmth rush through her.
She groaned and pressed her face against the bed and started to have her own orgasm. She loved it. She loved it all. She was learning things here that she had never learned in college.
"Donna! Where are you?" Jenny cried. "What car are you in?"
But the redhead could not find her girlfriend anywhere. She wandered naked from one car to another, from one spot in the clearing to another. She found a lot of naked, exhausted surfers and she asked the ones who were still awake about her friend. But no one had seen her for a long, long time.
"Where could she be?" Jenny muttered to no one in particular.
"She may have taken off," a female voice answered.
Jenny turned and, in the light of the moon, she saw the cute, little, brown-haired girl.
"Taking off is fun. I took off about a year ago. I know," the girl said.
"Have I made it with you?" Jenny asked in a befuddled tone.
"No," the girl said. "You made it with Kay, the blonde. My name is Kristy."
"My name is Jenny," the redhead said. "Would you like to make it with me?"
"Sure," the brown-haired girl said. "I know where there is an empty back seat."
Jenny and Kristy held hands as they moved toward one of the cars.
"And don't worry about your friend," Kristy said. "If she has taken off, it is for the best. She will enjoy it."
"Yeah," Jenny said, "I guess she will."
And then Jenny looked at the brown-haired girl. Kristy was very cute, she thought.
She kissed Kristy with a soft, quick touch. Then she went into the back seat with the girl.
After all the fucking was over, Doug lay there between his two sisters. Ronnie snored over at the side of the room.
It was then that Ann brought the subject up.
"I would like to go with you, Doug," she said. "I would like to travel with you and your band of surfers."
The blond stud looked at his sister. Then he turned his head and looked at the other sister.
"I would like to go too," Rica whispered as she touched Doug's chest with her fingers.
"Both of you," he said. "Yeah, that would be nice. The family could be together again. Course, you would fuck some of the other guys too, right?"
"Oh, right," Ann said.
"Right," Rica chirped.
"What about your husband?" Doug asked Ann. "Don't you want to stay with him?"
Ann looked over Doug's body and Rica's body and saw the way that Ronnie was curled up against the wall. He looked like one big ball of hair then.
"No," the teenaged wife said softly. "I don't want to stay with him. He is okay, but he is too much like Daddy. I realize that now."
"Okay," Doug said. "Let's get dressed and get out of here."
The brother and the two sisters moved quickly and quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping man in the corner.
Dawn was breaking as they left the house and dashed to the car.
"Where the fuck is that coughing, little bastard?" Doug muttered. "He was supposed to wait right here."
"Oh, don't worry," Ann said. "I will drive you. I will drive and you and Rica can mess around in the back seat and then Rica can drive and you and I can mess around. Okay?"
The brother smiled. It sounded to him like an excellent arrangement.
He and Rica got into the back seat. Ann got in behind the steering wheel. The other driver had left the keys in the ignition. She started the motor and, as Doug gave her directions, she turned around in the middle of the street and headed back for the clearing where the rest of the surfers waited.
She saw the ambulance parked a couple of blocks up the street. She saw the form under the white sheet that the attendants were putting into the back.
But she did not mention it to Doug and Rica. And they were too busy kissing and touching each other in the back seat to notice anything.
The next morning, Big Mike slapped Donna on the ass.
"You sure you want to go back to college?" he asked.
She was naked, standing there in front of the mirror in the motel room. She was inspecting her body. It looked the same as it had looked twenty-four hours before, but, somehow, it seemed that she was a different girl now.
"No," she said softly, "I am not sure of anything now."
"You got a wonderful ass, white gal," Big Mike said. "Why don't you come with me."
"Where?"
"To my home in Long Beach. I live in a big, big house all by myself."
"Okay," Donna said, tilting her head to one side. "For a little while, at least. But then I may go on the road, travel around like those surfers I met travel around."
"The road is better than the inn, right?" the black man said.
"Wow!" the college girl said. "That is Cervantes. You just quoted Cervantes."
The black man grinned. "I have a Ph.D. in economics, white girl, and I read Cervantes in the original Spanish."
It was then that Donna knew she would get a better education with Big Mike than she could ever get in a classroom. She turned her back to him and bent over, offering him her ass-hole again.
"Oh, Big Mike, take my tuition for your college course. Take my ass as tuition and fees."
Big Mike laughed and slapped her ass again. "Sure thing, white gal. Sure thing."
